After the dinner party, they left one after another.
Scheer got into the carriage. A soft glow from a golden luminous pearl illuminated the whole carriage. She looked at the middle-aged man sitting across from her holding a folder, and said, "Raise the Blair Transportation's offer by 30%."
The man looked at Scheer, and said, "Young Mistress, the negotiation between Blair and Celtic is almost over. I'm afraid Celtic won't accept such a sharp increase now."
"Any change is allowed as long as the contract is not signed. I don't care if they don't accept it." Scheer's lips curved in a faint smile. "And I believe he'll accept the offer."
"But Young Mistress, the Blair Transportation has brought great rewards to Buffett Banks over the years and is a great asset. Some people at Buffett Banks think it unwise to sell it."
